When the Stars go Blue

When the Stars go Blue has been my favourite song at choir this winter. I thought of it again recently when my Uncle died. He was the last of ten siblings so it was a big loss for everyone. I needed to go into my cave, away from people, afterwards and I stitched this little piece.

 

It is the old house where they were all born and where I spent many joyous times. There are eighteen stars because I believe that stars are a gap in the sky where our loved ones who have gone before us can shine a light down to tell us they are happy. The biggest stars are for Uncle Jim and my Dad. My Mum's star is there too along with my Dad's other siblings and their partners. I couldn't leave out my grandparents as they too lived in that house and my great grandparents who built the house. It is a ruin now but the times spent there are stitched into my heart.

 

I have to do it again because I am not quite happy with the shape of the house, it needs to be longer and lower. For now though it adds to my winter sparkle. I think I might do a winter hare one too!